Fashion for me a stick so strong
That I may travel the world;
Make it of oak and maple branch,
And then you may have my hand, my hand.
Forge for me a dagger of steel
That I may hunt for my food;
Make it as keen as the winter wind,
And then you may have my hand, my hand.
Carve for me a delicate cup
That I may drink of the dew;
Make it as plain as the leaf of a tree,
And then you may have my hand, my hand.
Build for me a velvet lined box
That I may carry your heart;
Give me your love, your life, your heart,
And then you may have my hand, my hand,
And then you may have my hand.
(Date unknown, likely around 2001.)